Chapter Twenty
Stefan
After I left the flower shop, I went back and forth in my mind on the subject of whether to go out and get drunk to drown my sorrows. I knew it wouldn’t really help anything—I’d be just as bummed in the morning as I was before I got drunk—but I didn’t know what else to do with myself. I had really thought, really hoped, that the flower bouquet would work. I realized I had to have underestimated how upset Emma had been, but I didn’t know what else I could have done to try and fix what I hadn’t even meant to do.
It was eight o’clock, and I took my phone out of my pocket and flipped through my contacts, trying to decide who to text, who to check in with to see if they would go somewhere with me. None of the guys who’d met Emma; that was for sure. I was just about to decide not to bother at all, when I heard a knock at my door.
I didn’t have any idea what to expect, but I definitely didn’t expect to see Emma on the other side, holding a bouquet of her own.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“It’s kind of a whole letter, in flower form,” Emma told me. “Pink roses…”
“For desire,” I said, remembering what I’d read that morning.
She nodded. “Hyacinth,” she said, pointing them out.
“For an apology,” I explained.
“Star of Bethlehem,” she added.
“Not familiar with that one,” I admitted.
“Atonement,” Emma explained. “And Carnations.”
“For love?”
She shrugged. “Like, at least.” She smiled.
“So, you want me, you’re sorry, and…”
“And I want to see if... if things can happen between us,” Emma finished for me. “I want to try and see if we can work.”
“Well, I know one thing that works between us just fine,” I said. I pulled her into the apartment and kissed her, only just remembering the flowers enough not to crush them between us. I took the bouquet away from her and set it on the table next to the apartment door where neither of us could knock it over, and then I deepened the kiss.
Somewhere along the way, I managed to close the door behind her, and the kiss between us intensified. I remembered how good it had been with Emma during our first night together and started caressing her all over, touching her, remembering the delicious curves of her body. Emma moaned against my lips as I cupped her breasts, and before too long, we were both pawing at each other’s clothes, eager to get them off.
Bit by bit, our clothes fell to the floor, trailing behind us as I led Emma toward my bedroom; I didn’t want her anywhere else—at least not yet. I pinned her down on my bed and pulled back just enough to ask, “You want this, right?”
“Oh, good god, yes,” she replied, her hands tightening on my shoulders.
I moved from her lips down to her breasts, and then back up, while my hand went to work between her legs, getting her as turned on as possible. Just like our first time together, she was quickly soaking wet, and with all the memories of our first night together, I was ready to go even before that, holding myself back for the sake of making sure she was as hot as possible first, instead of rushing to the main event.
Even at that, neither of us was willing to draw things out, and I could feel it in Emma as we teased each other, touching and kissing and stroking. When I finally slid into her, she fit around me just as perfectly as before, her wet heat wrapping around my erection as if her body was made for me to penetrate it. We moved together, hitting that rhythm between us once again, and I managed to stay slow for as long as I could to get her right up to the edge, and then neither of us could hold back any more. We both went at it full speed, grabbing and clinging to each other, kissing and nibbling and touching each other everywhere. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but I wouldn’t have to; there was still a good bit of night ahead of us, and we could go again at least another time or two before either of us needed to sleep.
I managed to hold back through one of Emma’s climaxes, but when she reached her second one, I gave in to the pressure building up in my balls, and came, moaning into her neck. I kissed her again and again, barely holding myself up as the last spasms of pleasure danced through my nervous system.
When I could finally breathe and speak again, I pulled back to look into her eyes. “You’re not going to dash off in the morning without saying goodbye, are you?”
She shook her head, grinning. “I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow. And besides, after a night of sex, I’d really rather sleep in a bit.”
I laughed and kissed her again. “We probably should have an actual date at some point.”
Emma giggled. “We can save that for tomorrow night, unless you’ve got something already scheduled.”
“No, I’m free tomorrow night.” I rocked my hips against hers; I was already starting to get hard again. “Or maybe we can get lunch to have our official date, and then come back here.”
“Deal,” Emma said, and then we began moving together again, touching each other, and I knew that we were both going to have plenty of fun together even before we had our actual date. I’d figure out some other time how to come clean to my friends about my new girlfriend. For the time being, I would just enjoy her.
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